Resurrecting Love"Yes you fuckin' did!!" I couldn't help it. I screamed at him. I screamed at Frankie. He stood there in front of me, eyes welling with tears, and I screamed at him. "How could you Frank?! How could you, I thought you loved me!" I ranted.
He snuffled, the first tears tracing gray-tinted lines down his face. "I-I-I..." he tried to speak, but every time he opened his mouth, all that came out were dry sobs.
I couldn't belive he would do something like this to me. I loved him, for fuck's sake. I guess my feelings were unreciprocated.
"Gee-please listen-I never--" He couldn't continue.
I could feel my throat start to close. I stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. I slid to the floor, my back to the wall, and wrapped my arms around my legs, drawing them tightly in. I was a fat, ugly ball of misery.
Frankie cheated on me with a girl...
I lowered my head to my knees as the tears came. I bit down hard on my hand, trying to stop crying, but all I did was puncture my sk
This Vanity Im BreakingI watched him fool around, envy seeping out of every pore in my body. And believe me, it was seeping. He was so talented...all I could do was hit stuff. Any idiot can do that. But he...he could play the guitar. That required skills, and talent. He had them both. What did I have? Two evolved sticks and a anti-social complex. I didn't want anyone knowing I wasn't as "straight-edge" as I seemed. People's heads would explode or something. "Bob Bryar can't be queer!!" the girls would scream.
I actually got a smirk out of that thought. I didn't care for the little teeny fans mixed in with our fewer hardcore MCRmy members. I mean, I love our music, but what parent lets their twelve-year-old kid listen to someone screaming the "F" word? The same parents who let their little kids listen to Green Day, I guess.
But back to my problem. The other issue is that Ray Toro is about as straight-edge as they come. He'd NEVER go out with a guy, least of all me, the talentless failure. Ray, probably feelin